There lives a girl named Aoibha
A clever, gifted writer
She has a sister, Lilly
A little ankle-biter
They’re always close together
They’re seldom far apart
They share all that they’re given
Some say, they share a heart
While Lilly Rose, she picks her nose
Miss Aoibha’s writing stories
With fish-hooks dangling, from their toes
They’re catching Johnny Dories
So if you’re feeling ‘iffy’
And not so full of ‘cheer’
You’ll feel a whole lot better
When you have your sister near
An early little riser
Lilly Lashes spins her stories
Her listening sister Aoibha
Hears her early morning glories
A love so pure and gentle
And a beauteous curious mind
With wondrous thoughts of exes and noughts
Let’s leave the world behind
Fly with me to the Moon, sis
Or a far off distant star
There’s no-one knows us better
Than the ‘soulful wills’ we are
So if you’re feeling ‘iffy’
And not so full of ‘cheer’
You’ll feel a whole lot better
‘Cos we’re sisters, far and near
For sisters everywhere . . .
There’s a very special bond between these two
and it’s beautiful to see . . .
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